Sane

Ink

An absurd jumble

Of thoughts and dreams

As the words tumble

Who can tell what it means?

Meaningless words

And rhythm-less rhymes

Recording her hurts

And passage of times.

Wonder and whimsy,

Heartache and pain.

They prove to be flimsy,

With nothing to gain.

Words on the paper

Carry away

The insanity that would rape her

Mind every day.

A little girl's hopes,

An old woman's tears

Loosen the ropes

That bind her with fears.

When words become writ

And ink starts to spread,

The worries do flit,

And death becomes dead.